The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-04-01

from the LaH-wild Gypsey whom Har-
old King lad befriended. Near the
front sat an elderly gentleman who
was peculiarly affected by the readers
appearance.
''Can it be possibler' he thought,
when in the privacy of his own room.
.'But how like Bessie she seemed! the
same lustrous eyes and waving hair,
| that no amount of training could sub
due. must investigate on the NOR
row"
King, the artist, busily engaged in
his studio, was interrupted by the en-
trance of one of his wealthiest patrons,
Karl Schuyler, who had in truth been
his benefactor
"Well, Haroldr' he began in cheerful
greeting, then asked in amaze: ''Who
| is thatp'
A conscious flush suffused the artists
brow as he saw which painting at
tracted Mr.. Sehuyler's attention. A
young girl sitting under an oak,
crowned with wreath of Autumn leaves,
and by her side an open book.
SIS this fancy sketch?" continued
his friend.
''No, sirt' Harold replied. ''In fact,
it is not intended for public obserya-
ton, attempting to turn the easel to
the wall. Blu. Karl interposed, and
gazed intently on the girlish face, ra-
diant and hopeful, yet saucy and de-
fiant all in one. Harold, you have
never been told our great sorrow.
Years ago an infant daughter blessed
us, and we Hoped on reaching maturity
she would prove our solace and joy.
One day the nurse came in in terrible
alright, saying the child was gone,
stolen, and although unceasing effort
was made, no trace has since been
found. But, Harold, this picture is the
face of my wife as she was in girlhood,
before sorrow saddened her, and such
my daughter would be were she alive.
Tell me its history
Joy filled the artists heart; Gyp's
romance. as related in the greenwood,
| might prove a fitting sequel to the
story just heard; so, with suppressed
eagerness, he told of the rough diamond
found on his summers retreat. cit is
barely possible" he added, ''there is
great joy in store for you. Come with
me-"
''In a few moments they raped for
admittance at Gyp's quiet lodgings.
81 have brought a friend" was Har-
ODDS greeting.
"Child, | have heard your history"
said Mr. Schuyler, after few remarks
upon her success of the previous even
ing, "and being strangely interested
wish to know if you have any memento
prior to your life at Oak Ridge farm?"
''Only thisn' she answered, reaching
for his inspection a small box contain
ing relic of babyhood. Only child's
bib-yellowed with age-covered with
an intricate pattern of embroidery, as
many a mother wishes to adorn the gar
ments of child beloved. No different
from other bibs, with this exception, in
one corner were the initials "B. L. So
worked in floss.
''Little Blanche! found at last" ex-
claimed Mr.. Schuyler with emotion.
''No doubt remains in my mind, for
my wife has the counterpart of this
child's bib, kept as a sacred memento
of the babe that was lost. Come, child"
he continued to the wondering girl"
'let us hasten home to the mother who
has mourned you so long!'
'"Mother = homer she murmured.
1.-TWO things I have never known"
"But, please God, what you shall
never again forget, my daughter" he
rejoined.
Over the meeting between mother
and child we draw the vail; but in that
solemn hour the cloud of grief was
lifted and the sunlight of joy beamed
forth, and Gyp was received into both
heart and home of her parents. Not
even when Harold asked for the pos
session of the jewel he had restored
would they admit of her departure.
"No," Karl said firmly. eve have
lost both the childhood and youth of
our daughter, do not ask us to part
with her now. Wed her if you will,
but our home must be hers"
And thus it was agreed, and Harold
received his bride. Back again at Oak
Ridge farm, Mr.. and Mrs. Schuyler,
with Gyp, as we shall still call her, and
Harold, her husband.
claw sakesr' said Mrs. Blym, view
ing the young wife in her glory ITO
think you've married such nice
lookin' chap, an' my Sophronia, after
waitin' so long for the schoolmaster,
took up with Jake Prindle, the ne er-
do-well that he isr'
Gyp smiled, she was happy Father
Blym rejoiced at the good fortune of
the waif, and when Mr.. Schuyler pre-
scented check and thanked him for
his charitable intentions, his cup of joy
was filled.
The old oak was visited, and as the
young couple stood underit it's branches,
with the russell leaves falling around
them, their thoughts turned to the
happy summer in the past.
"The meeting, though incidental,
was fraught with JOY" he said
Father, mother, husband, home
and love, all came through that days
meeting by that peaceful streamlet,'
she replied.
Then clasping her husbands arm,
she repeated, in the wonderful voice
that henceforth was only to charm in
| the home circle, stanza from Long,
fellows poem:
/ My heart was hot and restless,
And my life was full of care,
And the burden laid upon me
| Seemed greater than I could bear
But now it has fallen from me,
| 1t is buried in the sea;
| And only the sorrows of others
Throw their shadows over me-
Mrs. Jennie N. Stratton, IN C1ere.